When the day has come to an end

And the night falls silently upon the trees - it’s like a dream

And the stars shine so pretty while you’re walking down the road

And the wind takes your memories far away

And suddenly you see: there are roses on your way

And there a people dancing and laughing

And you feel so warm inside, so happy, so free

And suddenly you see: there are roses on your way

Roses on your Way

Strangers in my House

Nightwalk

Earth's Answer

Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.

'Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o're,
I hear the father of the ancient men.

'Selfish father of men!
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear!
Can delight,
Chained in night,
The virgins of youth and morning bear?

'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in darkness plough?

'Break this heavy chain,
That does freeze my bones around!
Selfish, vain,
Eternal bane,
That free love with bondage bound.'

-William Blake

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